Chapter 126: A Swift Conclusion

Liu Feng watched as the two combatants on the arena were both sent flying, coughing up blood from the force of their collision. He sighed softly, "This final battle is truly brutal."

"It appears the youth wielding the halberd has emerged victorious," Zhao Bochao remarked gently.

As the dust settled on the arena, the halberd-wielder stood motionless, despite the blood continuously flowing from his mouth. Meanwhile, the youth with the giant axe lay on the ground, unable to move.

"With this, the four finalists of the tournament have been determined: Yun Qing of the Mengyue Kingdom, Lan Feng of the Lanshuang Kingdom, Liu Feng of the Qingyu Kingdom, and Chen Jun of the Tianchen Kingdom. Everyone, rest today; the final matches begin tomorrow," announced the Lord of Litian City.

"What a coincidence. Each of the four kingdoms has one representative in the final four."

"That’s not bad at all. At the very least, it shows that the strength of the young elites from the four kingdoms is quite evenly matched."

"Who do you think will win the final victory? I believe Chen Jun has the best chance."

"I think it will be Lan Feng."

"Yun Qing should be very strong as well."

Upon hearing the Lord of Litian City announce the finalists, the audience began to murmur with excitement.

Zhang Liang, listening to these discussions, said with some irritation, "Why is no one betting on Brother Liu Feng? These people really have no vision."

Zhao Bochao said calmly, "That is only natural. After all, among them, Liu Feng’s cultivation base is the lowest."

"Although Liu Feng’s cultivation is low, his combat prowess is formidable. With his strength, securing at least second place should be no problem," Zhao Jun said earnestly.

Hearing their words, Liu Feng offered a calm smile and said, "It is useless to talk too much now. Only by winning with true strength will they realize who is stronger."

After chatting for a while, the group dispersed, waiting for the final duels the next day.

The following day.

"The match begins," announced the Lord of Litian City.

"Yun Qing!"

"Chen Jun!" The two exchanged names.

"It’s a duel between Yun Qing and Chen Jun. This is going to be exciting."

"I think Chen Jun will secure a quick victory."

"Oh? I feel Yun Qing will win."

The spectators on the stands observed the two ascending the stage and began to discuss the matchup.

As the order was given, Yun Qing struck first. He held a long cyan sword, and as he brandished it, dazzling green light flowed forth like clouds, giving off an air of effortless grace. However, as the sword descended, the air began to emit piercing sonic booms; only then could the audience perceive the razor-sharp edge contained within the strike.

Chen Jun watched the descending blade with a gaze as calm as water. He formed a strange gesture with his hands, and a massive hammer made of golden true energy manifested in the air.

With a distant flick of his finger, the hammer unleashed a wave of violent energy like a tsunami. Then, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, the hammer smashed toward Yun Qing’s sword with overwhelming force.

"Bang!"

The hammer struck the sword, erupting in a muffled boom. Yun Qing was sent reeling backward by the violent force, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

Seizing the moment, Chen Jun controlled the hammer once more, smashing it violently toward the retreating Yun Qing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Amidst the continuous explosions, the crowd watched as Yun Qing was sent flying into the air before crashing heavily onto the stage. He vomited blood, having suffered severe injuries.

"Chen Jun wins!"

"No way, the match ended in the blink of an eye."

"The gap in their strength is so vast. Chen Jun is truly too strong."

"It seems Chen Jun was hiding his true strength in previous rounds."

The spectators were left stunned by the swift conclusion of the battle.

"This Chen Jun is terrifyingly powerful."

"He must have reached at least the sixth stage of the Yin-Yang Realm."

"Now, even if Liu Feng wins his match, it will be very difficult for him to defeat Chen Jun."

"Brother Liu Feng has his flying sword to assist him; there should still be a chance for him to win."

Seeing Chen Jun’s power, Zhao Jun, Zhao Bochao, Wang Xing, and Zhang Liang all began to worry for Liu Feng.

Observing their expressions, Liu Feng said calmly, "Daring to face difficulties head-on and having the courage to confront life and death—that is the conviction a warrior of our generation should possess. If one shrinks back at the first sign of trouble, one will never become a true powerhouse."

With that said, Liu Feng walked toward the arena. The second match was about to begin.

"Liu Feng!"

"Lan Feng!" The two exchanged names.

Lan Feng, the strong youth with the halberd, looked at Liu Feng with visible tension; he was not confident in his ability to defend against Liu Feng’s flying sword.

As the order was given, Lan Feng struck first.

"Sky-Shattering Halberd Technique!" Lan Feng roared, unleashing his ultimate move immediately. He gripped the halberd with both hands, his internal true energy surging and pouring frantically into the weapon.

Instantly, the halberd emitted a dazzling light. Like a dragon emerging from the sea, it danced through the air, the blade edge unleashing streaks of razor-sharp energy. With a shake of his hands, the halberd pierced the sky like a bolt of golden lightning, slashing fiercely toward Liu Feng.

"Destruction!" Liu Feng roared. He thrust his fists, and golden true energy erupted like burning, molten fire. A wild, matchless power radiated from his fists.

He swung his fists rapidly, the golden knuckles plummeting like falling meteors, carrying an unstoppable momentum as they smashed into the halberd.

"Clang!"

The collision between the halberd and the fists produced a sound that could pierce metal and shatter stone. The spectators in the stands groaned from the shockwaves, and some were even knocked unconscious.

Lan Feng was shaken by the violent force, staggering back five or six steps before regaining his balance.

"Boom!" Seizing the opportunity, Liu Feng pushed off the ground and surged toward the retreating Lan Feng. In a flash, he was before his opponent, his golden fists swinging once again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Liu Feng’s golden fists, imbued with wild, overwhelming power, struck the halberd in rapid succession, sending sparks flying. Lan Feng was forced into a frantic retreat, blood pouring from his mouth.

"Brother Liu Feng is even stronger than he was yesterday," Zhang Liang noted, watching the battle with astonishment.

"Of course. Liu Feng had a breakthrough last night, so his power is even greater," Zhao Jun explained.

"So that’s it," Wang Xing and Zhang Liang nodded.

"Boom!"

With one final, deafening explosion on the arena, the duel between Liu Feng and Lan Feng concluded.

Liu Feng’s fist had shattered Lan Feng’s halberd, and his knuckles now rested against the top of Lan Feng’s head.

"I concede," Lan Feng said bitterly.

"Very well! The two finalists have been determined. The final match will take place tomorrow," declared the Lord of Litian City.